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"She places her hand on the hilt of her sword and takes a step inside..her elven eye site trying to break the darkness"

and then she was inside the Inn, ..........

Wha what happened she thought am I going crazy? Looking back through the half door she can see the Dark Forrest in the distance.

The screeching noise pervades her thoughts again and this time she can see that one of the window shutters is lazily swinging in the wind.

All at once as if nothing unusual happened she hears a bard playing a Mandolin, people talking amicably.

She blinks her eyes .. twice .. stumbling for words she mutters once again "What?"

A burly Dwarven Barkeep looks at her, and says with a sincere smile on his face; "hello M'lady, what can I get ya? "

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oh....great twist...I love it!!!

"This can't be real"..she thinks to herself as she steps up to the counter. "Excuse me, Sir? Where am I?"

The dwarf simple smiles at her, "Why, m'lady..you are in the Spreadlegged Harlot Tavern. Now, can I get you anything to drink?"

She shakes her head and slides onto a bar stool, a voice inside her answers the question. "Yes...your blood would be sweet upon my tongue," but she says nothing. This voice was not her own, it was deep..it was...his voice. She shivered as an icey breeze swept over her.

' "Now, can I get you anything to drink?"
she shakes her head and slides onto a bar stool'

"Well guday anyways" says the Dwarf " I am Igor Strongarm, and since you are the first customer I have had in .. ooH centuries, well I git ya a drink on the house"

Igor promptly pulls out an enormous but very dusty bottle, and pours some in a goblet, shoving it in front of the "Stranger"

The "Stranger" looks into the goblet and sees that it is filled with a blood red wine, involuntarily she shudders.

Igor notices the shudder and pipes up with " wots wrong missy, Oh and I dinna catch yur name? "

She picks up the glass and holds it infront of her face, then turns her head to looks at the dwarf. "My name? Oh..it's umm...Piroteus. What...did you mean by I'm the only customer you've had in centuries?"

"Well Piroteus, Igor mumbles, ever since dis evil wizard put a hecks on my door people have real trouble getting in, when I think about it getting out too"
looking at the locals chatting "amicably" at the various tables, "as far as I can tell this pale looking wizard did dis to us oh .. say about 114 years ago, not that I mind really, but it is nice to see a new face" Igor finishes with a smile full of crooked teeth.

She gulps. "A pale looking wizard you say? Does he happen to have long silver hair and wear a black velvet robe?" His face appears before her in a foggy memory, his ice blue eyes drinking in her soul. She shakes her head to clear her mind and focuses once more on the glass of blood.

Igor looks astounded, and you can see his face turning red with fury, " Yes" he says, and with a menacing voice adds " why? do you know him? is he a friend of you" <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/badsmile2.gif" alt="" />

She sighs and sets the glass down. "Nay, he is no friend of mine. I have seen him before...in what seems to be a dream. Yet, I know not if I dreamt this while awake or asleep." She was really starting to wish she had never entered this damned tavern.

"Oh" Igor mumbles with a bored voice, the usual, "every one dat cumms thru dat door, seems to have the same vision" and all I have is an Inn with 1 locked room that seem to have an upside down cross melted in it" Igor sighs, and goes back to polishing goblets, strangely enough the goblets don't get any shinier.

Igor looks up and mumbles "drink up, deary, before it evab err evapa .. dissapears in to thin air"






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She frowns as she listens..everyone was having the same visions..she was not special. She lifts a brow at his words. "A locked room, you say? Where is this room?" She says as she slides off the chair.

"err wot?" grumbles Igor, "oh, the room, well you git yurself up them stairs, and walk to the end of the Hall and yer can't miss the door" Igor finishes with a glint in his eye <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

She nods and makes her way to the door...as she passes the other patrons stop their conversations and turn their heads to look at her. A few shake their heads some whisper to eachother and others just frown. She ignores them and begins to climb the stairs...it grows colder as she reaches the top. She turns to face the long hall way. Many vacant rooms line this narrow hall but as she walks to the end it grows dark. Soon she is hardly able to see..she stops at the door with the upside down cross. Pure Evil seems to ooz from the crack at the bottom of this pitch black door. A soft laugher echoes in her mind as she lifts a hand to the knob.

Silently Piroteus reaches for the door knob, with an mental shriek, Piroteus pulls her hand away, she regulates her now beating heart, to a more normal rhythm and tries for the knob again, since the first time she tried her hand just moved thru the doorknob, as if it didn't exist.

This time, Piroteus is sure there is no doorknob it is just a very clever illusion.

Slowly she moves her hand towards the door it self .... and lo and behold ... there's nothing, even the door is an illusion.

Taking a firm hold on her Deity's cross that now radiates with the power of light, she slowly steps thru the illusion, a little shiver runs up her spine, but all is well and she continues until most of her lower body is passing thru.

However the moment Piroteus, wants to move thru the fake door completely, her cross stops Piroteus, it feels nearly white hot and no matter how hard she tries she can not move further.

Experimenting a little bit, Piroteus pulls the chain with her cross as far away from the door as her neck allows, NOW she is certain the cross is stopping her from going across the threshold.

A soft laugher echoes in her mind
Piroteus shudders and wonders what to do now ?

Thinking this is probably not the best idea, but she has to know what's going on, even if it means her death, she removes the cross. It burns her skin as she holds it, the pain almost unbearable she drops it at her feet. Suddenly it's as if a bright light burst from no where and then fades. She stands in the same room she was in after she had been "attacked", only now..it was empty. A big stone sarcophagus stood infront of her, the lid closed. She knew that with all her strength it would be impossible to open that lid. With a sigh she walks over to the left wall and leans against it, looks at the sarcophagus and waits.

A little ray of sunshine burst through the covered windows ......

Not knowing why, but doing it anyway, Piroteus closes the cover of the window till the only light was from her cross at the otherside of the non-existant door.

Piroteus is beginning to feel a little hazy, just standing there in the nearly dark room, her eyes are beginning to feel heavy and dry, Piroteus shakes her head hoping to throw off the drowsiness, however the moment she blinks her eyes to get some moisture flowing, they stay shut and Piroteus falls into a crumpled heap on the floor, her breathing regular and steady.

A grinding noise wakens her in time to see the lid of the sarcophacus sliding to the side .....

With a snap Piroteus, gets to her feet and watches with morbid fascination as a whitish form raises itself out of the coffin, slowly it gets out and meanders towards Piroteus, nearly as if it is floating.

It stops about 3 feet from Piroteus and she notices that the figure is dressed in a white rustling gown, slowly moving her eyes towards the figures face, Piroteus noticed that the eyes of the 'creature' are nearly red, like the red of a glowing pipe in the dark.

The apparition, looks at Piroteus and says in a soft melodious voice, "who disturbs the rest of Jerl Shanarra?" .............

"Who are you, what are you?" Piroteus whispers.

"You know me, don´t you? You know me for ages, you were the one who did this to me, don´t you remember?", the creature says to her. The words form inside Piroteuses mind, she is sure that it is not actually speaking.

"what do you mean by that?", she claims hiding her fear within the words and the sound of her voice.

"400 years ago when you gave me the cross, the cross that ended my undead beeing. Because of you I died, but now I´m back; you were the only person with the power to resurrect me and you succeeded."

"But i never tried, and...
...what are you talking about...
...400 years...
...the cross..." she can´t control her senses and her mind any more, thoughts are like a twister in her head.

"You don´t know it, you really don´t know it..." The creature breaks out in hollow laughter...
"The cross is the key, the cross is the key!"

Piro turns her head to look at the now dim cross that lays on floor. "You can't mean that cross, it was given to me long ago by a friend.." Suddenly, she realizes she can't remember that friend's name, nor his face, but she could recall it was a he.

Jerl shook his head rather sadly. "All this time I have been asleep waiting for you, and you don't even remember me. What has happened to you?" He steps closer to her, the red in his eyes starting to fade into a frost bitten ice blue. "You must remember me. What was the point in returning if you don't even remember?"

jerl: running water, even when minced can never ..

piro: part! *gasp*

jerl: u remember! tell me u do! as time does, your memory ebbed & now risen. oh strengthen this wraith's hope!